Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.

Six weeks with a fever is an eternity.

One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.

But does not happiness come from the soul within?

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

Yes, I can understand that a man might go to a gambling table when he sees that all that lies between him and death is his last crown.

Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.